Game on, clothes off.

Your Game Tracker and Sam's beep simultaneously in confirmation of your GAME. Well, there's no use in waiting around. You grab the hem of your top and pull it over your head in a single motion. "Oops, I think I just lost our GAME, Sam, how silly of me!" Sam grins as your GT's beep again to signal your valiant defeat. You don't feel any different, but you know the loss condition must have already taken effect. The magic of the GAME doesn't make mistakes.

"Alright, then! Let's see..." Sam stands up and pulls you to your feet as well, looking you over like he's appraising you. "Strip off the rest, " he tells you, "but sexily. Give me a little dance!" It feels odd. You wouldn't really mind doing this even without the compulsion, but still it's not really you moving your hands as they caress you, not really you who is starting to sway your hips a little. Well, it's you, but you're not choosing to do it. Weird. It doesn't really matter, anyway. All you were concerned about is ending up permanently enslaved to Sam. With that off the table, you're up for whatever he wants you to do. Even if you're not exactly deciding how to do it.

Bit by bit, you discard every stitch of fabric you had on you, dancing as seductively as you can manage all the while. Sam certainly seems happy, though he hasn't done anything except stare. When you're naked, you turn your back to him and lean forward, giving him a good view of the goods as a final flourish to end your dance. Then you turn back to him, smiling. "Now what?" you ask. In response, Sam takes off his shirt. Oooh. Very nice indeed. If he fucks half as well as he looks, you're going to have to come here more often when this is all done. "Now," he says, "Kneel down and take off my pants. Leave the underwear."

"You know, " you tell him as you get to your knees, "There really wasn't any need for the GAME. I'd happily have done this without some magic forcing me to." Your hands make quick work of Sam's pants, leaving you face-to-face with a very well-filled pair of boxers. Oh, this is going to be good! "I know", Sam replies, "It's not this part I was worried about. Kiss it." You do as he tells you - obviously. And it's not a quick peck, either. You can't tell exactly whether you're choosing to do it, or if the magic is making you, but you are full-on making out with Sam's cloth-covered cockhead, kissing it and licking it, and sucking on it through the fabric. "Ok, that's enough, " he says after a few seconds, "Now pull them off. Oh, and do it in a way that my cock slaps you in the face!" "What the fuck, Sam?" You reply with a chuckle, even as your hands find the waistband. "You think that's funny?" "Oh, yes. Absolutely." Cheeky bastard.

You move your head closer and start slowly pulling down his boxers. First some pubes come into view. Then the base of his cock. Not overly thick, but more than enough to satisfy. Bit by teasingly slow bit, you pull on the boxers. A little more of his shaft is exposed. A little more. Ooh, even more? Nice! You brace for impact as you slowly expose the head of his cock, though you can't make any move to avoid it as it pops up and into your face. Right in a fucking eye, too! Sam chuckles to himself softly, "Oh, you have no idea how much I'm going to enjoy this!"